Future speak

When I grow up, I want to do many things. I want to sell crack on a corner, and run from the popos when they come. And I want to say “Bad manners to the popos” as I show them one of my fingers. The middle finger preferably since flashing it has yielded angst and the like in the past. And when they do finally get me, they’ll say “We finally got you Lil’ Sleek.  Your nefarious ways will no longer go unchecked on the corner. You won’t be selling crack ’round here no more. Take him away boys.”

And when I get into jail, I want to beat up the biggest guy in there. Left jab, right upper cut, kick to the groin, and as he doubles over, quick left, a right and finally I finish him off with a round kick. And everyone will respect me. And not look me in the eye. And I’ll have conjugal visits from my friends. Girls. And no one in prison will tell me to “Pick up that bar of soap over there” because they know I’ll whoop them.

And three months later, I’ll break out of prison. I’ll cover the hole I’ve been digging in the wall using a Grace Nakimera poster. And the guards won’t notice it. The hole not the poster. They’ll notice the poster, and get hard-ons.

And when I’m free, I’ll sell more crack on the corner. And release a hit song, “Crack isn’t whack”. I’ll feature Loose legs on that track. Loose legs will be the female sensation then; to give you a lil’ perspective, she’ll be a mix of lady Gaga, Lauryn Hill and Beyonce. And besides doing ‘crack is whack’ with me, Loose legs will fall in love with me…and she’ll write songs about me. She’ll also remix ‘Heaven sent’, and dedicate it to me. And she’ll ask me to father her child and I’ll say, “Loose, I dig you and all that ish, but I ain’t ready for no baby mamas. A brother gotta hustle right now, that’s whatitis”.